"I wouldn't turn it down," Henry replies, and truthfully enough. Tea, especially, sounds warming in this blasted weather. "Let's see how quickly we can gather everything up before the wind blows more of it away."

As though on cue, another harsh gust barrels past them both, and Henry draws his scarf more tightly around his neck. He watches as Arthur's previous collection of wood begins to clatter away, rolling downhill.

"Grab whatever's closest, I'll get those."

And he'll focus on exactly that, taking a few steps down that hill, only to gather up the pieces with his abilities. As was the case with Arthur's glasses, his telekinesis floats the pieces up and around him, as though buoyed by an invisible force, and a few minutes later he'll be returning to see how his companion's doing.